Time passed.
Not chaotic time.
Not turbulent time.
Administrative time.
For an entire month, Feng Hao did not summon.
Did not sign in.
Did not draw from the system even once.
The Nine God Dynasty continued expanding on inertia alone.
Outer Pillar Forces stabilized.
Tributary routes rewove themselves.
Dragon Guard patrol lines extended another seven regions.
Power+ climbed steadily—slow, controlled, unnervingly clean.
And then—
The System stirred.
[System Notice]
You have not signed in for 30 days.
Accumulated Sign-In Energy detected.
Delayed Rewards eligible for amplification.
Multiplier applied: ×30
The golden interface unfolded before Feng Hao.
Not urgent.
Not excited.
Patient.
Feng Hao's Thought
"…So it compounds."
He raised a hand.
"Sign in."
[Monthly Sign-In Activated]
Base Daily Sign-In: Spirit-Level Imperial Package
Accumulation Period: 30 Days
Total Multiplier: ×30
The system paused.
Then recalculated.
[Reward Recomposition in Progress…]
Instead of thirty fragmented rewards—
They collapsed.
Condensed.
Refined.
[Final Monthly Reward Generated]
Elder Hall Expansion — Supreme Tier
Elder Hall Output permanently increased.
Core Elder daily generation: 500 → 1,500
Sequence Elder daily generation: 50 → 150
Ancient Elder daily generation: 10 → 30
A structural upgrade, not a summon.
The dynasty itself became denser.
Imperial Authority Amplification.
National Power efficiency increased.
Every 1 Power+ now functions as 1.08 Power+
(compounding effect)
Invisible.
Terrifying.
Special Unit — Unclaimed
Anomaly detected.
A "Heir-Compatible Entity" is eligible for binding.
Status: Unlocked but not forced.
The Dynasty Reacts
In the Divine Mountain Barracks—
Formation arrays brightened.
Core Elders felt it first.
"…The dynasty's weight increased," one muttered.
Sequence Elders adjusted their breathing.
"This isn't expansion," another said quietly.
"This is refinement."
Even the Ancient Elders—sleeping beneath layers of sealed stone—
Shifted slightly.
Just slightly.
Power Recalculation
Previous National Power: ≈100,000 Power+
Efficiency amplification applied.
Effective National Power: ≈108,000 Power+ (and rising)
And this was before new summons.
Feng Hao's Expression
He did not smile.
He did not react strongly.
He simply closed the interface.
"One month," he said calmly.
"Worth it."
His gaze drifted back toward Region 200.
Toward the Eternal Heaven Vast Dynasty.
"They're still watching," he murmured.
Good.
System Prompt (Lingering)
You may now:
Claim stored summons
Bind the anomaly
Continue accumulation
The board was quiet.
Too quiet.
And Feng Hao had just reminded the world of something important:
He didn't need to act constantly.
Even his inaction compounded into pressure.
He turned Towards the Divine Mountains Barracks.
"Summon 30 Consecutive Times."
"Summoning All Units."
First came the Divine Soldiers.
3.75 Billion Of them Lined.
They came like Golden Sea.
Then Came the Cavalry.
450 million Cavalry In total With each cavalry Containing 20 People.
Then Came the Captains.
187.5 Million Divine Captains Came in Like A tide Each could Command A small army.
Then Came the Commanders.
37.5 Million In total.
Then Came The Divine Generals.
3.75 Million In total.
Then Came the Marshals.
600,000 Of them In total Each One could command Armies of soldiers.
Then Came The dragon Guards.
225,000 The emperor's Personal Guards
The most loyal Out of all The soldiers.
Then The Elite Divine Soldiers
Truly a elites of elites.
375 Million in total Swarming Out as if Stars were in Ocean.
Then Came the Dragon Guard Commanders.
6000 of them in total Ensuring that The emperor will be safe.
The air above the Divine Mountain Barracks shimmered.
Not with chaos. Not with sound. Not even with fire.
It vibrated with inevitability.
Feng Hao's gaze remained steady. Calm. Observing. Waiting.
The system had already compounded thirty days of accumulation.
Now… it was time to release the final wave.
1-Star Heavenly Generals — 75,000 Total
They stepped into existence like meteors falling into ordered orbits.
Armor gleamed; weapons hung with perfect alignment.
Each one radiated True Lord Realm authority, capable of bending battlefield space slightly with their mere presence.
Even a single general could suppress a Spirit-Level force long enough for annihilation.
Now, tens of thousands of them moved in silent unity, a tide of absolute precision.
1-Star Heavenly Marshals — 15,000 Total
Heavier. Colder. Calculated.
These were no frontline troops.
Placed correctly, each could anchor entire regional battlefronts, freezing enemy strategies before a blow was struck.
The ground beneath them responded instinctively, formations aligning as if preordained.
The marshals' eyes scanned simultaneously. No movement escaped notice.
The Divine Mountain Barracks did not shake. It simply adapted to accommodate their presence, space folding subtly to hold them all.
Low-Level Heavenly Kings — 22,500 Total
Each one a ruler of a population in the billions.
Their cultivation radiated true regional suppression authority.
A wave from a low-level Heavenly King could crush minor Spirit-Level forces, subdue rebellions, or stabilize a province without issuing a single command.
They were not soldiers—they were territories made flesh.
As they stepped onto the barracks' summoning grounds, even the Core Elders noted the subtle increase in ambient law.
Mid-Level Heavenly Kings — 22,500 Total
Far beyond the low-level kings, yet still below the Core Elders in absolute authority.
Each one could dominate entire regions independently, their aura compressing space and time slightly, warping tactical probabilities in their favor.
A mid-level Heavenly King could govern a billion souls, suppress multiple Spirit-Level forces, and project authority across dozens of tributary regions.
They moved with quiet dignity. No noise. No fuss. No hesitation.
Elder Hall — The Pillars of the Dynasty
Low-Level Elders — 5,625,000 Total
They did not bow. They did not speak.
Yet their presence alone reinforced the fate veins beneath the barracks, preventing collapse under the absurd numbers of soldiers and kings.
Each was a walking anchor of administration and law, silently governing thousands of cultivators in subordinate provinces.
Mid-Level Elders — 3,000,000 Total
Their auras layered over the low-level elders, stabilizing regional flows of law, combat authority, and destiny.
Each could arbitrate disputes among Spirit-Level governors, coordinate multi-region troop deployments, and subtly manipulate the trajectory of entire tributary networks.
High-Level Elders — 45000 Total
More than administrators—they were true battlefield anchors.
Even a single high-level elder could suppress a Spirit-Level adversary for critical moments, guide hundreds of low-level generals, and amplify the dynasty's cultivation infrastructure across regions.
Supreme Elders — 4,500 Total
Each one radiated the weight of the Early Great Heavenly Lord Realm.
Their presence alone caused ambient laws, fate veins, and spatial formations within the barracks to synchronize, bending the impossible numbers of units into perfect operational coherence.
Even Core Elders nodded subtly at their existence—this was no longer the ceiling.
Core Elders — 45000 Total (Daily Summoning ×30)
The backbone of the dynasty, Early Supreme Lord cultivation.
They distributed law, governed tributary forces, managed the system of soldiers, cavalry, and generals, and maintained the dynasty itself as a living structure.
A Core Elder's presence alone could stabilize a multi-trillion-population province.
Sequence Elders — 4500 Total (Daily ×30)
Execution incarnate. Formation anchors. Judges.
Their eyes, cold and absolute, could bend even other elders to alignment without a word.
Entire battlefields could collapse or stabilize under their subtle waves of authority.
Ancient Elders — 900 Total (Daily ×30)
The sleeping calamities of the dynasty's foundation, now awakened.
Old men and women, each radiating Early Ancestral Lord cultivation.
They were not for rule. They were for deterrence.
Their presence alone warped the perceptions of every Spirit-Level cultivator within hundreds of kilometers.
The Divine Mountain Barracks itself seemed to acknowledge them as co-founders of reality, tilting slightly to hold their weight.
The summoning platform pulsed with gold.
The air itself thickened.
Not a single mortal or minor cultivator dared look up.
Feng Hao remained still. Hands behind his back. Eyes cold.
National Power Increased
Current National Power: 480,000+ power
Dwarfing Most Tier 3 Spirit Level forces
The golden light of the Divine Mountain Barracks still shimmered faintly. Tens of millions of cultivators, soldiers, and elders existed in perfect, silent order, but Feng Hao's gaze was already elsewhere.
In his private chamber, the Cultivation Improvement Card rested on a jade pedestal, glowing faintly with the refinement of countless system-grade enhancements. He picked it up, fingertips brushing the surface, and the golden aura coiled around him like a living snake, resonating with the foundation of his cultivation.
[System Notice]
Cultivation Improvement Card — Activated
Effect: Accelerates breakthrough to the next major realm.
Feng Hao exhaled calmly. He didn't rush. Not yet. The Three Thousand Immortal Island awaited — the perfect environment. A place where the law of qi flowed freely, the mountains resonated with primal dao, and the islands themselves hummed with countless years of immortal formation arrays.
He arrived at the central plateau of the island, surrounded by the sea of clouds below and mountains that pierced into eternity above. Here, the ley lines converged in chaotic elegance. The air was thick with opportunity and danger alike.
He activated the Cultivation Improvement Card. A golden current of condensed law burst forth from it, wrapping his body, merging with his primordial qi, and testing every boundary of his foundation. The sensation was unlike anything before — the world itself seemed to compress and stretch simultaneously.
First Breakthrough — Early True Lord Realm
Bones reformed. Qi surged. His mind expanded as if it had grown wings overnight. The cultivation arrays of Three Thousand Immortal Island reacted, sending synchronized tremors across the mountains, acknowledging his sudden ascent.
Feng Hao didn't pause. He let the golden aura settle, allowing his own will to refine the newly awakened True Lord foundation. The card's effect faded, leaving behind a core stronger than ever before.
But the law of ambition demanded more. The Heavenly Lord Realm was next — not by card, not by system, but by his own effort, testing his physical body, soul, and dao comprehension simultaneously.
Three days passed. Streams of golden qi wove through mountains, rivers shimmered with immortal light, and even the distant Three Thousand Immortal Sea rippled with recognition of his presence.
Feng Hao's golden eyes snapped open. Sweat and blood streaked his robes, his body stretched and solidified like a mountain rising from the earth.
Breakthrough Complete — Early Heavenly Lord Realm
A wave of golden light erupted from him, spilling across the island, shaking formation arrays, and leaving a lasting imprint on the immortal sea itself. Birds, beasts, and even wandering spirit-level entities instinctively knelt in deference.
He stepped forward. Calm. Collected. The weight of a new realm settled on his shoulders — not heavy, but decisive.
From here, the Nine God Dynasty would no longer merely contend with regional Tier 3 forces. He could now personally step into the skies of power, commanding authority that could rival the Eternal Heaven Vast Dynasty itself.
And far beyond, unseen, the ancients of Region 200 felt a subtle shift in the ley lines, a ripple in the laws themselves.
Feng Hao's golden aura pulsed, steady and unyielding.
"Three thousand islands," he murmured softly, "this is just the beginning."